I have to thank my roommate, Lance, for helping me set it up. Also, for the new bath towels upon the unfortunate Easter-break forgotten laundry mildew situation.

This Robert Frost poem is constantly running through my mind these days. I even typed it on an ipad at the Apple Store today:
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village, though,
He will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farm house near.
(That's all I can ever remember until the last stanza...)
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
And I have promises to keep,

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